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| The bum, Jeff Suppan |
Well, this is kind of awkward. A second blog post. I don’t really know what angle to take here. There is so much pressure to follow up my previous effort with another absolutely perfect post. Johnny Vander Meer was the only pitcher in Major League Baseball history to hurl two consecutive no-hitters back in '38 with the Reds. I feel like I am right there with you, John. This is my next trip to the mound. Problem is, my arm feels like Jello. To be honest, the only reason I am writing this post is because I am banned from the internet at work due to the fact that I was reprimanded and written up by my boss. Apparently, the government frowns upon employees abusing facebook and ESPN.com for four hours a day on their computers. Never would have guessed that. Live and learn I suppose. I needed something to occupy my time other than staring at the wall, so I opened a Word document and will be pasting this gem into my blog later. My attempt at a second no-hitter is shaping up to be a lot more comparable to an outing by Jeff Suppan than Johnny Vander Meer. More than likely, this will be the 2 2/3 Innings, 6 runs, 9 hits, and 5 walks of blog posts. I expect to be mercilessly booed as I walk off the mound.*
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| Probably taking the kid to school. |
It’s 8am here at work. 1am for you Midwesterners out there. I have worked the last seven days and have one day off in the next four. From what I gathered from my facebook news feed this morning, many of you (haha, why would I say many? There are probably two people reading this) are probably off work due to snow today. There are no such things as Snow Days here in Garmisch. They laugh at the very idea that Americans get days off school and work due to snow. The kids seriously ride their toboggans and sleds to school here. Parents drag their infants around town in sleds, rather than pushing them in strollers. It’s bizarre for sure.
Let’s get to the ranting, shall we? As many of you are well-aware, my roommate has snoring issues. It’s been well-documented (Video of Ruel Snoring). After getting home from work last night at around midnight, I was kept up by the snoring until about 4:15am. I stood over him, first quietly saying, “Ruel. Ruel. Hey, Ruel,” to no avail. I decided to push his leg while saying his name a bit louder. No success. I’ve played this game before. I should have known there was no waking this grizzly bear in hibernation. All I wanted was him to roll on his side, which usually brings the volume down a tolerable level. After mumbling a few obscenities towards his direction, I retreated to my bed and eventually fell asleep around 4:30, only to be awaken 45 minutes later by my damn alarm. Fantastic.
At this point, you have probably stopped reading and/or caring about my complaining. I’m sure your problems far exceed mine, but this is my blog and the bitching will continue. Deal with it. So anyway, I head down to the shuttle to work at 5:20 to find out that my colleague called in sick this morning, leaving me with all the work today. Fantastic.
Why would anyone still be reading this? Don’t you have better things to do? You have a tv, right? Moving onward…we have nine new employees coming through the office later to pick up their ID badges and access cards. Usually, this is an exciting moment in my life; meeting new people and judging them based solely on talking to them for 15 seconds. It is one of my favorite things to do. Unfortunately for me, I already had the pleasure in meeting them all yesterday, basically naked, walking out of the showers singing. Of course as I am exiting the shower, there they are on their welcome tour, staring at me and laughing as I scamper down the hall through the middle of them with my head down in shame. The first thing they see as they enter their new home for the next 13 months: the chiseled body of Brad Bernsen. Fantastic.
This all leaves me wondering...Is it almost time for pitchers and catchers to report to Spring Training? Now that would be fantastic.
Feel free to start booing now.
Update: It is now 6:45pm, and I am still at work. I have to work a double until 11pm. Also, I do not have an off day anymore. I may sneak into the kitchen and pocket a bottle of Makers Mark to get me through the night. What’s the worst that could happen…another write-up? It’d be worth it.
*Apologies to my Mom and other female readers who have no clue what these baseball metaphors mean.
